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Trepidation // H.S

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LECTURES 271
Votes 17
Parties 4
Durée 45m

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He slowly turned back around to me, his jaw clenched tightly. "What did you just say?" he hissed at me. I examined his body language. His hands held in a fist so tight that if he squeezed them anymore he would cut himself. His jaw was so tight if you tried to pry it open you wouldn't be able to.

Holy shit, I pissed him off. Someones sensitive.

"Oh, so you're deaf too? How nice." As the words left my mouth, he charged towards me. Before I could swing the guitar at him, he grabbed it, throwing it on the ground.

He pinned me against the wall, his leg in between mine. One hand was on the wall next to me, pressed against it so hard that it could leave a dent.

The other hand was around my neck.

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Trepidation - a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen.

CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / ALCOHOL ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTEXT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH 

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"I don't know! I panicked," Harry mustered, crossing his arms indignantly. "You saw him, right? I'm not the only one who saw him, am I?" "Louis. Louis Tomlinson? Louis Tomlinson is your type?" Niall looked like he'd remembered something. "I've seen the guys you've gone on dates with. Louis is not your type. He can't be!" Harry couldn't help being defensive,"So what? Maybe I don't have a type, maybe I just..." He faltered for half a second before pushing on, "I'm not even interested, okay? It was one stupid interaction, I'm not sitting here planning a bloody wedding. He was just hot and I panicked." -or- The one where Louis is a weed dealer and Harry doesn't smoke, but he's desperate for Louis to like him back.

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"No, no. No talking little bug, this is the part where you listen" he cuts me off before I can finish. I'm disappointed in myself for complying to his orders. I told myself when I left him that I wouldn't let him control me like this anymore. But here I am, pinned to the bathroom wall, with his hand securely fastened around my now throbbing erection, feeling my body surrender to Harry's commands. Louis and Harry have a toxic relationship, one that no matter how many times Louis tries to leave, he finds himself back and falling surrender to Harry. It isn't that he doesn't love the dominance that Harry holds when they are together, its the fact that he only feels like he knows half of his life. Harry, always a complex, dark character, holds so many secrets that he doesn't even know how to explain or understand himself. But what he does know, is that his love for Louis is something he can never lose, he knows that the day Louis decides he doesn't want him anymore, there will be no reasons left to live. Just how far will Harry go to protect his secret life, in order to keep his relationship safe, knowing that every secret is slowly tearing them apart.

Hollow (Harry Styles) #Wattys2016, écrit par Krystal_Grace

I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

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I was in pain, I don't how to control everything in my body, I hit by this wolfebane, and Harry is here beside me, and in my surprise he hold me to his arms,and gasp leave my mouth because of what he said, "I promise that I will never letting you go anymore, no more rejecting things, I am accepting you to be my mate and I regret everyrhing I've done to you, from now on, I'll be always in your side, and protect you until my last breath, I love you my Rhian."he said as his hold on me tighten, like if he losen his grip on will disappear, and i feel safe when I'm on his arm.

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𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹//𝑵𝑯//, écrit par niallshouse_x

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